Sick of being a manic depressive/bipolar person. Sometimes I wish my brain would melt and all of it would go away. Sick of my thoughts and feelings. Sick of my compulsions and impulsiveness. Sick of my sadness. I am so tired of this brain not working. When I die someday the suffering will finally be over and I can be released from these distorted thoughts and feelings. Sick and tired of failed dreams and goals. Tired of the nightmares when I sleep and the nightmares when awake. My brain gives me no release- I am always in some nightmare.